All things counter, original, spare and strange in Khujand, Tajikistan

Dreams

I wasn’t born with dreams.

I was given them all

At the age of sixteen

By a man with a very tall hat

And a dark mustache.

“Here are a few things you’ll need,” he said

And handed me a bundle of cabbages.

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